Lyrics
It’s freezing in New York City
too many people I don’t know
California looks nice but not for the price
And the oceans way too cold
I rolled a flat and I rather be back
Where that Savannah river flows
The people are fine below the Dixie line
Where the corn and the cotton grow
Got a long way back to Georgia
Thousand miles till I’m home
If the south ain’t no promised land
There’d be no place else to go
It rained too much up north
Got old for it being new
got tired of them trying to bill me
For every state that I drove through
The live oak trees and sawgrass leaves
And the sun in the afternoon
The Georgia heat, hills of Tennessee
And Carolina barbecue
Got a long way back to Georgia
Thousand miles till I’m home
If the south ain’t no promised land
There’d be no place else to go